I have figured out the secret to having a good Saturday. Saturday has always been one of my favorite days of the week because Derek is home so we can tag team with the kiddos. Now that he’s working every Saturday, I hate them. But today I stumbled upon the secret. Pretend it isn’t Saturday. Today I got up and did exactly what I would have if it were a Tuesday. I ate breakfast, cleaned a little, walked to the bookstore and Michael’s, ate lunch, tucked in the boys, cleaned a little more, played around in photoshop, watched Alias, got the boys up, walked to the park, and now I am blogging. Wow that was a long sentence. Anyway, it was a good day.
And the icing on the cake…
At the park I pumped my legs as hard as I could and swung so high I swear I almost flipped all the way around. And then I jumped out. I did it over and over again until a little girl swiped my swing. I really wanted to tell her to wait her turn, but I refrained. I turned back into adult Meg.
So here’s my advice. If you’re having a bad day, find a swing and just go for it. I dare say it is impossible to stay in a bad mood while feeling the wind whip through your hair and getting that funny little flutter in your stomach.
I love swings. And today I love Saturday.